Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Zimbabwe and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.